Junaisha (June) writes such positive and inspiring posts, I felt a sincere desire to do something I’ve not yet done: re-blog. Enjoy . . . .

The Godly Chic Diaries


Gods promises are defined, dynamic and determined. Nothing can separate us from him or the fulfillment of His promises. God has the most amazing plans for you. He didn’t place you whereHe was going to keep you. He placed you where He can grow you!🌱

A note to myself and for you too – DON’T STOP BELIEVING IN MIRACLES. The best thing you can do for yourself in 2019, and all of life, is LET GO and LET GOD do his heart-changing-flip-your-life-inside-out thing. Turning nothing into something is His speciality.

Think bigger and don’t limit God to what YOU can do. If you settle for what’s usual, that’s what you will continue to receive. Raise your faith and

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Downs & Ups . . . Ups & Downs

Life truly is like a seesaw; one second you’re up, the next you’re down.  It’s all good, simply par for the course.

Given it’s year-end, I feel a need to look back.  No, I won’t reflect on the downs of 2018; there were many and it’d be wise to consign them to lessons learned.  As such, I’m focusing on the ups . . . the plans for a better year . . . such as:

♦   getting my e-book covers redesigned, even if I do it myself (which I rather like the idea—challenge—of doing)  ♦   editing a few books for others (something I’m skilled at and enjoy)  ♦   getting a better handle on creating graphics  ♦   having the Triple Threat Investigation Agency series available in hardcover  ♦   redesigning this blog (a lot or a little remains to be seen)  ♦   making more blogging/writing friends  ♦   endeavoring (with all my heart and soul) not to allow negativity to run roughshod, and . . . not just saying it, but doing it . . .  ♦   going with the flow.

The above reads like a list of resolutions, doesn’t it?  I prefer to view it as “an itemization of things to engage in”.  Time will [continue to] play a great factor, but approach and attitude will prove the essential components.

approach = gambit = advantage

attitude = positive mindset = accomplishment

Now that I’ve stated and posted it, I have to make it happen.  <LOL>

WPcheering Gifer – by Tygradar

Another Year . . . Another Chapter

As 2018 draws to a close and a new year arrives, bringing oodles of possibilities . . . revitalized dreams and objectives . . . fervent anticipation and optimism.

Frankly, for me, 2018 wasn’t a good year.  Faith was tested, hope pretty much spent.  Depression hovered nigh like a mammoth cumulus cloud.  Nope, 2018 was not a good year.

With 2019 around the corner, however, a fresh view and approach are not only conceivable, they’re achievable.  So here’s to:

♦ shutting out the past (and leaving it far behind)     ♦     trusting that things will work out     ♦     ensuring wishes and goals remain true    ♦     embracing the positive    ♦     maintaining compassion    ♦     developing solid relationships    ♦     being grateful for friends and followers    ♦     strengthening faith, and    ♦     believing—knowing—that the Big Guy is walking alongside.


My fellow writers and bloggers, followers and colleagues: may 2019 be everything you desire and deserve!

To new [amazing] beginnings!  God bless.

Poetry in Motion

More like poetry in john (but it sounds better).

Once upon a time, I dabbled with poetry.  Was never a big fan, in all honesty, but did challenge myself to write it . . . and once written, into a drawer or storage box it went.  And stayed.

The approaching end of a year motivates me to clean up and out—anything and everything.  Last week, I found a few “gems” dated 20 years ago.  (Like, wow, how’d they remain there so long?)

I couldn’t remember writing those poems and some, I confess, seem so bleak/black.  Oof.  But some were interesting, revealing maybe.  Indicative of the time and events in my life, no doubt.

I’ve picked one to post—a purge, as it were.  Given year-end seems a fine time for clearing and cleansing, I’m sharing it . . . as is, even if the temptation to edit and refine is overwhelming.  It should remain as is (as it was was)—a tribute to the evolution of yours truly as a poet, er, writer.

A Tree, Me, To Be

I’ve watched the green-blue waters flow, gently and not-so-gently

And I’ve viewed many vivid sunrises and just as many sunsets.

Wildlife is scarce; watersnakes and alligators and frogs and fish

And many types of birds—their plumage magnificent, their colors intense.

Hanging moss and pungent mold surround this great swampy river. 

The bogs.

Rocks are few, unless you look beneath the darksome waters, near my roots and those of my sisters.

The sky is azure, peacock and mauve, depending on the time of day and year.

Sometimes it’s iron and slate and pitch and it’s not even evening.

This is because

         the storms and hurricanes have arrived.  And with them,

         great winds and pelting wetness.  Fierce and determined.

         Then, finally, calm.

Sounds are minimal.  Chirps and warbles and singsong twitters.

My friends, the birds.

Splashes can also be heard—those amphibious creatures.

Occasionally, man-made noises fly overhead or rumble in the distance.


One night I dreamed about a person who was a successful writer.

She told me how she kept the faith, held it, embraced it, squeezed it and welcomed it

Until it finally guided her to the point, the place she knew she had to be.

One night I dreamed about this same person.

She was a recognized author, a winner of awards.

She instructed me to pick up my pen and never lay it down.

“Have no fears.  Your pen will know the words.  It will create

         the written images

         the brilliant visions

         the probing thoughts

         for you.

It knows what’s inside your head and heart.”

One night I dreamed about her again, this artist of words.

She was standing on a patio—hers—overlooking the crystalline waters of the Atlantic.

She said nothing, simply gestured the aqua expanse.


In self and spirit.

This silent message drifted as a veil of opaque white before me.

Then, I knew

Conviction of self was all it took . . . and all it takes.

Some time later, I had another dream.

         But the writer—acclaimed, spiritual, and sage—was not in it.

         In her stead was . . . me.

I stood on the patio, overlooking the Atlantic, a pen and notebook within reach

And all the conviction I’ve ever and never possessed coursed through my veins, heart, and mind.

I was no longer confined, bound by fear and doubt;

The thin, twining bindings that had held me firm, my confidence from spilling forth,

Had fallen.

Fallen into the water . . . to be carried away by the currents and flows.

I could breathe.


Inhale the sweetness of foliage

         the brininess of water

         the coolness of the night

         and warmth of the day.

I’d finished my book.

It had not finished me.

I had another dream.

The writer came to me—

A smaller version

A birdlike version.

She sat on my branch

And placed a gentle, warm palm to

My body, my trunk.

It kissed me and whispered,

“You believed.  And I came.”

I studied her white, crystal face

Delicate and fragile

Like the rime on a cottage window

On a late December’s eve.

There was strength and knowledge

And wisdom that surpassed all time

And events.

The longer I looked at her,

The longer I stared,

The more I saw.

That face, that essence

Belonged to no one

Yet everyone

And, above all, me.



OMG.  Can you spell y-u-c-k?  I see why I ceased writing poetry.  <LMAO>  But it’s all good, because evolution truly is a splendid thing.

Hump Day

Silly name, Hump Day.  Get it.  Still silly.

So the tour’s over . . . and I’ve no more daily tour-update posts.  Back to the regular routine of posting Wednesdays and weekends.

Two takeaways: find a new cover designer to give the Triple Threat Investigation Agency books a new [appealing] look and not call Cash “Aloha Shirt Man”.  <LOL>  Okay, okay, there were a few more takeaways and I’m most grateful for them.  Thank you again, everyone.

On that note, I bid you a lovely Hump Day.  May it be a pleasant and positive one!


Hula for Present Blog Post



Thank you !!!

Yesterday was the last day of the Can You Hula Like Hilo Hattie? book-blog tour (although it was a “didn’t happen”, but that’s fine).  What fun . . . and eye-opening.  I have some “must-dos” for January.  <LOL>

Thank you to all those amazing bloggers and reviewers who had the gals from the Triple Threat Investigation Agency trio (JJ, Rey, and Linda) and me drop by –  and a huge hug of gratitude to Jina S. Bazzar, who organized everything!

Thank you, thank you, thank you !!!

Day 16 (Dec 16): https://swiftcoffee.blog

Yesterday, Can You Hula Like Hilo Hattie? (the second Triple Threat Investigation Agency series featuring private eyes JJ, Rey and Linda) was featured on Dora’s comfy-cozy blog, https://swiftcoffee.blog.

This fairly new-to-the-scenes doctor (as in recently graduated) loves books—and often reviews them with a hot drink in hand.  “A coffee always gives an excuse to make myself a little time to write a quick review about the book I’ve recently read.  I like the idea that my readers could have the same experience reading them!”

A self- professed literary omnivore, Dora reads [reviews] all types of books as long as the quality is there; the only ones she doesn’t touch are children’s books and audiobooks.  There’s also a neat rating system; you’ll have to visit her blog, though, to find out more.

(. . . Another wholehearted thank-you to Dora for the wonderful review and upfront feedback.)

Day 15 (Dec 15): www.edenisebillups.com

Yesterday, Can You Hula Like Hilo Hattie? (the second Triple Threat Investigation Agency series featuring private eyes JJ, Rey and Linda) was showcased on E. Denise Billups’ awesome blog, www.edenisebillups.com.

Denise is a dancer, writer, and blogger (among other things), who believes: “Knowledge is a powerful thing, and I’ve always believed sharing might improve someone else’s life”.  I really like that.  We need more sharing in the world—teaching, guiding, supporting one another.

She’s into vegan living (hurrah!) and reviewing books, as well as writing her own.  I had the pleasure of reviewing Kalorama Road not that long ago.  This contemporary, paranormal suspense novel it will keep you riveted.

I urge you to check out her awesome blog at www.edenisebillups.com.

Day 14 (Dec 14): www.misshoneybug.wordpress.com

Yesterday, Can You Hula Like Hilo Hattie? (the second Triple Threat Investigation Agency series featuring private eyes JJ, Rey and Linda) was highlighted on Alicia’s cute blog, www.misshoneybug.wordpress.com.  How can you not smile when you’re told: “So far, my posts are freshly baked with love on the same day they go out”.

She readily admits that, being new to blogging, she finds it bit intimidating.  I get that—I still do.  Alicia also advises that while she reads for entertainment purposes, she also does so to expand her mind.  I like that, just as I like the fact that she’s “open to new ideas and new writers and most definitely not wedded to any particular genre or range of authors”.  You have to admire that candor, just as you do this: “I believe books are like people, you wouldn’t like someone calling you a 1-star person right? unless it is on your forehead and the teacher gave it to you.”   <LOL>

One last thing—because you really should visit her blog—is that Alicia’s into handcrafts and making art, as well.  Drop by soon!


Pulled into a Rest Stop

Good morning.

Another “no show” occurred re the Can You Hula Like Hilo Hattie? e-book blog tour.  That’s okay.  Things happen.

Three more days to go.  It was fun.  The gals from the Triple Threat Investigation Agency were/are thrilled (as I am, which goes without saying).

To those that had us visit, I/we can’t say thanks enough.

Here’s to a splendid weekend, everyone.  God bless.


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